Expresion In School

It was a bleak, foggy day in September. Alexa took a deep breath as she cautiously trudged into her new school. The chatter of kids, who had known each other for years, echoed through the wide hallways. Endless rows of striking red lockers occupied every possible space Hordes of students crowded the halls like an army of ants. She could feel an abundance of eyes looking her up and down, wondering who this new freak was, wondering who was invading their tiny, close-knit school. It was horrendous enough that she was a freshman. It was even worse that she was new. She was fresh meat in a

Melinda’s reaction to the first day of school is awful, because it starts off with her going onto the bus and having others glare at her. Everyone hated her, no one not even her old friends bothered to talk to her. She was all alone. She complains about the school, her friends, and her teachers. She says “ am Outcast”, meaning that she has not been accepted by her classmates, she is being rejected. She says that because non of her friends bother to even say Hi to her, they all hate her. Her fear was that she didn't have friends on her first day, and how people word react to her.

It had been official. For the first time, in a long time, Fleurette had found herself sitting on the library’s floor, studying away for an up and coming test she had. Well she wouldn’t call it exactly studying. It was more of her pretending to study, as she flipped through the pages of her textbook at random. She hoped someone from her class would walk in any second. Not to converse with them, no. Just to talk to them long enough to get a few of their answers to her review sheet. Fleurette had no desire to make any friends from her classes. She pretended everyone she did met was her friend, when really she simply needed them and nothing more. Friends could only hold her down, and eventually catch up with her constant lies. And that was one

First day of school and Tsukiko Mori was dreading it. All the schools she went to were terrible, they showed that you weren’t allowed to be as independent as you were during the summer, and every summer you had to write a fifteen page paper on how your summer was. Tsukiko never told the truth on her the essay for if she did her dad would go to jail, and she would have people wanting to be her friend. Mori was good at drawing, singing, dancing, playing the drums, and ignoring physical pain. Tsukiko was hoping that today would go well for

On the first day of 8th grade, i stepped onto the bus at 7:10 am. Brittnee long was always the first person i noticed, we made eye contact immediately, and were both smiling as i walked back to her seat. We’d been best friends for the past 4 years going on number 5. This was my last first day until i had to face high school. Unaware, i wasn't going to be walking into high school with any of my recent friends, i walked through the halls happily, as i knew everyone in my grade. When i saw my brother at school, it was almost intentional to embarrass him. I never knew why he wouldn't say hi back, but the feeling i got, wasn't worth looking dumb.

“Enough!” yelled Natalie. “Stop bullying her! Don’t you guys have anything better to do??” she said. The bullies then left.

It was pouring with rain, the soggy banners were peeling off the wall and the flags were hanging limply from the lamp-post above us but I had never felt happier. “Hi I’m Sophie, I just moved here. Will you be my friend?” Five-year old me asked, smiling earnestly at the marching girl I had ran up to. As the parade stopped at a traffic light, she grasped my hand. “Let’s be best friends!” She said. So we were, for seven years. Although I would hang on the words of people at school, willing them to like me, every evening I would hop round to hers. There I was happy, I felt safe. It was calming to me, to have an escape from the people my age who were growing up to fast in my mind. We stayed very close until I reached primary 7 and realised that soon I would be in high school – and alone. That terrified me.

    New things can be nerve wracking, but when I got to Simpson Park Youth Camp all the butterflies flew away. Coming from church and receiving a blessing from the Northland United Pastor, I was very nervous. Now that I was there I was excited and overjoyed. The two hour drive to Romeo was already worth it. I gazed out the window and saw what looked like a tiny village laid before my eyes. When I stepped out of the car I felt the atmosphere change, it was like I stepped into a magical realm. Miranda and I walked to the Office and are greeted by our other friends. Suddenly I see Hannah Haskell. Hannah Haskell is a friend from

The school grows larger in my view, and eventually we reach the door. My friends follow me into the classroom, and we sit down in our seats. It had always been like this, at most the only thing that changed was the classroom. The day passes by quickly, school always does, on my way back home I spot a distant face. I reach out and say “hello,” -she doesn’t hear me. Maybe she’ll hear me tomorrow? She was beautiful, someone who I

Outside the rain was pouring, the soggy banners were peeling off the wall and the flags were hanging limply from the lamp-post above us but I had never felt happier. “Hi I’m Sophie, I just moved here. Will you be my friend?” Five-year old me asked, smiling earnestly at the marching girl I had run up to. As the parade stopped at a traffic light, she grasped my hand. “Let’s be best friends!” The girl said excitedly. So we were, for seven years. Although I would hang on the words of people at school, willing them to like me, every evening I would hop round to hers. There I was content, I felt safe. I found it calming to have an escape from the people my age who were growing up to fast in my mind. We stayed incredibly close until I reached primary 7 and realised that soon I would be in high school – and alone. That terrified me.

After Tara and I were dropped off at Bunsold Taylor made her way to the high school. I felt a pang of regret as we walked into the school. I should have stayed home today. Tara and I walk side by side to the main office. The secretary escorted us to the guidance office where a woman with a stern, hard face sat in a bland room. She greets us polity, asks us to sit down, and overlooks our schedules. As we awkwardly sit in dead silence two girls walk in the room.

There was once a girl named, Danny, she was just a regular student in her junior year of highschool. She was so excited to finish the school year out and just get to graduation, she never liked school all that much, but she did amazing in every class that got thrown at her. But even though she was lucky to never get messed with or bullied, her luck finally ran out. Danny had always been an extremely nice and even social kid, no one found it weird, until the new guy, Blake was placed in some of her classes and that made her life harder than it had to be for an entire week, let’s get into why it was.

“ah!” the girl makes some voice. “Thank you…My name is Rena. I also lost my friends. I was putting too much attention on one of the paintings that I didn’t realize my friends are all gone. When I tried to search for them, I noticed there were less and less people around me, and I ended up in this room. I…I don’t know what to do…” Rena’s tears start falling down her cheek.

She had no friends and no life. She rarely talked to anyone, but everyone whispered about her in the halls, how nobody liked her, how she always sat alone. But Winter was a bit jealous of her. Even though only half her class knew her name, everyone knew her as the school’s smartest student. She aced all of her classes, and won certificates in nearly every contest the school held.

Everyday goes by in high school all the same, monday to friday from 7:45-2:25. The jocs are in the gym, the cheerleaders are well cheering for them, the stoners are outside by the side of the gym doing a deal, the geeks are in the library reading and trading comic books, the nerds are in the science room talking about how much they hate the populars and how they are going take over the world one day, the couples are in the bathroom stalls, and then there is me, Teagan Powers and of course my best friends Imogen Morgan and Peyton Nelson. We all are in the groups that we hang out with we don 't interact with other groups and we don 't change groups. Some people not from our school say it’s awful how thats our school works but somehow it actually works for ASHS, Altadena Southeast High School. It still amazes me that my high school is functional but I guess by now it doesn 't surprise the things that happen and just blow away like a feather in strong winds. But even though one thing can change your life. One word from one person one time can ruin your life and only the people involved know about it and only the people staring in it get hurt by it. I never knew what it felt like it to be in a fight until freshman year of high school. So here it goes, how my life turned upside down them shattered into a million peices. It all started my first day of high school.